I knew a slavic priest that was very well educated and well read. An intellectual and theologian. So much so that in his house there were stacks of magazines, newspapers and books everywhere. I mean. . . everywhere. In several languages. Stacks were 3-5 feet tall, and the only way through the house was following an 18 inch wide path. From the front door (yes, the foyer had stacks as well) to the club chair where he read everything. He didn't collect anything else. Just reading material. The house was as clean as it could be, and he was well groomed and "normal." Every fucking room had stacks. He would read all day and night, with breaks to eat and shit, apparently.